FUCKED
finals/presentations/projects are coming up and stress is building
upon reflection, i feel that in high school, if i turned in a piece of shit (literally) with my name on it, i would've gotten an A.
here, i fucking work my ass off to no avail.
basically the point is, i'm destined to be a hobo. or maybe a prostitute. hopefully a classy one, at least.
upon reflection, i feel that in high school, if i turned in a piece of shit (literally) with my name on it, i would've gotten an A.
here, i fucking work my ass off to no avail.
basically the point is, i'm destined to be a hobo. or maybe a prostitute. hopefully a classy one, at least.